“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Gauging my competition.”
“Same mom and different dads, but ain’t no half-siblings over here. That’s my baby. We don’t play like that.”
“Fine, call my lil sis. We need to settle this now.”
“Did I miss something?” Ward asked, peeking into the office.
He was bored as hell because Tre tasked him with keeping me company while he was out of town, like I couldn’t manage three days by myself. I didn’t complain too much because I liked Ward.
“We need to talk,” Fallon said, walking around Ward inside Tre’s office, “In private.”
“Don’t walk in here dismissing my guest. I’m busy.”
Fallon’s tone made me regret cooking dinner for her and Lish. We survived the night, but it didn’t change anything. She still thought I worked for her and could talk to me any way she wanted. Then I had to remind her to watch who the fuck she’s talking to.
“It’s about the campaign.”
“And?”
Annoyed, she stormed out, likely digging for her phone because Treason wasn’t here to referee.
“What the fuck is wrong with her?” Rylo asked.
I shrugged, stepping back to see how I wanted to order the vinyls. “Bitch needs her pussy eaten or something.”
“Now wait a minute!” Rylo exclaimed.
Then my phone rang, and I didn’t need to see his nickname light up my screen to know Fallon snitched.
“Hey, Stink.”
“Don’t‘Hey stink’me. What’s the problem today?”
I frowned at the phone like he could see my face.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m tired and trying to do my job, Blue. I need you to do yours.”
“I don’t have a problem doing my job, but she’s not walking in my shit, talking to me crazy when you both need me.”
“Your shit, huh?” he asked, his tone much lighter, no longer giving a fuck about Fallon’s complaint. Tre heard what he wanted to hear, and the conversation switched gears.
“You know what I mean.”
“Nah, I don’t. Tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Since I have to work to pay the bills inyour shit, talk to Fallon.”
“Did you tell her to talk like she has some sense?”
“I gotta go. Hold it down,Pippen. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”